With the thought of our bodies linked not in heat, but in pure love and adoration, warmth present; lust nowhere to be found.
This, this is the dream.
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100 Tula Para Kay Sam
PoetryCompilations of my old and new proses. Happy birthday, sweetie.
Prose #44
With the thought of our bodies linked not in heat, but in pure love and adoration, warmth present; lust nowhere to be found.
This, this is the dream.
